Sushant Thapa
/ GreyThoughts.Info…humble being from inside, wants to listen a lot. Listening is the passive form of talking, but I guess it is where we absorb the world. To understand and share our personality, one…
By Sushant Thapa
…not an interpretation for everything. There is no reason why I am typing what I write or do not like. In an inner awakening, I have disliked life from what it is. I am an optimistic from definition. I wish good things to happen. All the time. It is a relief, but this showmanship is like an…
By Sushant Thapa
…air stopped blowing fiercely. Onlookers gathered in Frank’s room. He knew not. Those eyes of his neighbors were restless. They wanted Frank to stand on his feet, he had always been a carefree curious wanderer…
By Sushant Thapa
…home after talking with Paul and Leo that day, I couldn't stop thinking about human bodies. The exhibit of human body as a sight was my concern. The pleasure it drove to the watchers. The show that was thriving in my neighbourhood. I could remember my first view from…
By Sushant Thapa
The childhood experience when a few…
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…I wrote poetry in my room, I was born in a hospital bed three decades ago and I had wailed baby tears. In memories the past…
By Sushant Thapa
…distance
Conversation got wrong
Lies growing in a flower vase
Grows to touch the…
By Sushant Thapa
…humble being from inside, wants to listen a lot. Listening is the passive form of talking, but I guess it is where we absorb the world. To understand and share our personality, one…
By Sushant Thapa
…not an interpretation for everything. There is no reason why I am typing what I write or do not like. In an inner awakening, I have disliked life from what it is. I am an optimistic from definition. I wish good things to happen. All the time. It is a relief, but this showmanship is like an…
By Sushant Thapa
…air stopped blowing fiercely. Onlookers gathered in Frank’s room. He knew not. Those eyes of his neighbors were restless. They wanted Frank to stand on his feet, he had always been a carefree curious wanderer…
By Sushant Thapa
…home after talking with Paul and Leo that day, I couldn't stop thinking about human bodies. The exhibit of human body as a sight was my concern. The pleasure it drove to the watchers. The show that was thriving in my neighbourhood. I could remember my first view from…
By Sushant Thapa
The childhood experience when a few…
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…I wrote poetry in my room, I was born in a hospital bed three decades ago and I had wailed baby tears. In memories the past…
By Sushant Thapa
…distance
Conversation got wrong
Lies growing in a flower vase
Grows to touch the…
By Sushant Thapa
…am left with my time
All alone, in this age of togetherness.
I only have my creativity
Again, wailing in a…
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…a free essence
Granted like a lesson while learning.
Been a reason for understanding,
Making up the mind to fight the…
By Sushant Thapa
…consolations in rock songs;
Too dark to see my heart.
Liberation coming from a trapped ideal.
Swirling like dust, a handful of…
By Sushant Thapa
…hay while the sun shines is easy than making the sun shine for itself. This can connotatively sound like a paradox. Making the sun shine is not in a probable capacity of any subject except when the sunshine tends to be personal. Every one is looking for something. Something better to share and something better to…
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…nice house doesn't come easily. I was a child on a move due to my dad's fluctuations of jobs. I was observing the houses in the city through the window of my dad's car. What I saw through that window was that there can always be someone more capable than you and smarter than you financially who can live in a wealthy building in a lavish manner. Not being able to bring some changes is a static way to look…
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…nature eyes me.
It sees me busy
in my daily screen attire.
I worship the alcove…
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…was warming my eyes with a photo album
You gifted me on my birthday.
We lived inside it;
Building a tiny home…
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…the older days, the monarch exercised the power
In the modern days the government seized the power
Nature is also powerful and mankind has to bow its head
There are books on power and its function and enough…
By Sushant Thapa
…is an inner calling
Saying everything will end up on a pleasant note.
Workaholic impression helps to keep the mind at pace.
The heart is never at…
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…are changes
Altering the person in you;
Different from the world spinning in the calmness.
Changes are…
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…know time is supreme
With a throne of spring
A country of winter to rule
World of…
By Sushant Thapa
…recalling the long-lost love or
Like the ending of a story that, never begun
Sometimes in utterances and cries
Tears drop like sad song of…
By Sushant Thapa
…subjectivity gets so small sometimes.
The nation might be unaware about you.
How you exist as a living phantom
Even in your…
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…winter sparrow
Picks the grasses uprooted from the ground.
It shall build the nest from the grasses.
Outside in the sunlit wintry…
By Sushant Thapa
…writing my old memories in the fresh page
I can tell you how I miss being myself.
I am being myself in the fresh page, returning from the bygone years again
Yet, I have to look…
By Sushant Thapa
…of philosophy” rightly said Hobbes
I have leisure which I might not have tomorrow
My philosophy is my poem
Sipping like air in…
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…the morning bids goodbye and
The day enters,
I lose my strictness of the mind.
I accept the passing of the morning…
By Sushant Thapa
…a poet is to sew the torn patches,
It is like clearing the frame of mind.
It is not in words,
It is in your…
By Sushant Thapa
…an end for you only when your thoughts end.
We discard the mere arrival of thoughts,
We are unknown;
It secretly discards the…
By Sushant Thapa
…a path where apples are fallen from a bough
I pick the ripen ones and discard the younger ones.
I discard the younger apples.
Likewise, I cannot discard my age which…
By Sushant Thapa
…are the ambiences of existence.
Negative energy in hatred can be transformed
Because it is the existence which needs to be…
By Sushant Thapa
…from memories —
Trivial timings of real things
Appear jovial falsely.
The days returning sorrowful...
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…born many years ahead of me
Complain to me that they did not avail better facilities like I did when they were my age
I say to them that I am not aware of this age of facilities
And that I am not grown enough to receive the…
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